I might add more to it, but this is all I have so far. Hope you like it.
A rose.
So beautiful, yet deadly at the same time.
With its soft petals that fall,
And brush against my skin,
The silky texture makes me feel so good.
It’s such a sin.
The thorns on its stem,
Prick the palm of my hand,
With their pointed tips,
Sharp enought to cut glass.
Blood starts to drip.
A rose.
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